...doubting it all...

so quickly

you turn to other's arms

and I understand

that you need arms

detest solitude

but to know mine were

too short and that you

can find the same comfort

everywhere

is discomforting.


Just remember this:

You turn around

and someone is always

there. That is what

you have created.

When you need arms,

they are there.


When I turn around

they are not.

When I turn around

its just me turning around

and the lack

of compassion

in this

truly leaves me

doubting it all.